I got a love letter in the mail today.
While John was in Alaska on his heli-ski trip last week, he thought to pick up a card, write words of love, and drop it in the snail mail, knowing the smile it would bring to my face when I discovered it in the mailbox.
He addressed it using my future last name, the one I’ll have when I am his wife.
He was right about the smile.
the usual bliss 